Out of Ideas
Why does it always come to this.
The more I climb the deeper I sink in the abyss.
I try to break free but to this life has me constricted.
Need to think of something, but my thoughts are so conflicted.
I keep up the fight, but I'm starting to forget the reason why.
Cause I can never receive true freedom no matter how hard I try.
It's hard to win a fight when your battling yourself.
And I know what I'm doing to myself isn't good for my health.
But it's difficult to win a war when your enemy is you.
I'm all out of ideas, please tell me what I'm suppose to do.
Copyright © Joseph Bradshaw | Year Posted 2016
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